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- See you tomorrow. - Thanks, Jenny.

- Hey! - Hey!

Don't make a pest of yourself.

No! I'm glad you're here.

- Hey! Hi, Miss Lester. - Hey!

I need your help with something.

Okay.

Just three.

One...

It's okay, Mittens.

Two... Three.

Thank you.

How did she hurt her eye?

Well, the vet said

it was probably a thorn and, um,

she must have wanted something so badly,

and she jumped into the rose bush.

Something like... like a bird?

Exactly.

We lost another agent today. The fourth.

This time in Lebanon.

A dead drop between Cerberus and Korean intelligence.

We have no security footage, no suspects. No leads.

We have a mole in Cerberus.

If we don't catch 'em we'll have bigger problems

than a couple of agents executed.

Mm. Four dead agents in less than a month.

If we don't take care of it,

Chase could limit our powers,

strip our autonomy or disband Cerberus completely.

Why don't we just subcontract someone from CIA?

Mm-mm. We let CIA in the door,

we will never get rid of 'em. - Private contractor then?

Check with Defense.

What if we bring back Gray?

You're very funny. We need a real solution.

Christ.

- She was good. - All she was good at

was murdering people. Cerberus exists

because she killed her boss.

She's good at disappearing.

Christ, we've been looking for her for, what? Twenty years?

Have you found her?

One of my analysts

has some interesting suggestions.

Beckham's daughter.

Sara.

Sara Beckham.

We're bringing her in.

I need you to be ready for what comes next.

I know what I'm getting into when it comes

to Cornelia Gray, sir.

Step up and put your bag down on the counter.

Turn around for me.

Come in.

Sorry.

And that's when you decided to go to Montana.

I didn't decide. I boarded a bus headed east.

Mm-hmm. Alamogordo bus station.

Lubbock, Texas. And then I boarded a connecting bus

to Amarillo and then rented a car.

It's all you, Sara.

She wouldn't be here without you.

A very fine piece of analysis, if I may say so.

The other two heads are quite aware of your contribution.

Even Chase Cornet, very impressed.

Although, I don't know if you want to be on his radar.

Well, that sounds like I'll be blamed

if something goes wrong, sir. - Absolutely.

I can't believe that's really her.

Oh, yes. Cornelia Gray in the flesh.

- Should we turn the sound up? - Oh, don't bother.

It's just the minutiae of being on the run for 20 years.

Every half hour or so,

they'll try to trip her up on something she already said.

I prefer to watch the vocal stress analyzer.

Hm. But, of course, it's next to pointless

with someone like Cornelia Gray.

I feel like I've lived with her for the last six months

while trying to track her down.

Studied every report of every operation

she was ever involved in at the agency.

Not everything she was involved in is in the report.

Maybe I just built her up in my head.

Are you still confident she didn't kill your father?

Hundred percent.

Your stepmother is convinced.

Well, she was blinded by emotion.

- And you're not? - No.

Evidence proves she was in the hospital

with her son that night.

It would have been impossible for her to have slipped away,

gotten across town and shot my father in time.

I've studied every detail of that night.

She didn't kill my father.

Hm.

What do you see when you look at her?

I see a woman who's alone and afraid.

Someone who's worn down from looking over her shoulder

for the last 20 years.

Whatever she once was, sir, she's a shadow of that now.

What do you see?

Hm. I see patience.

Cornelia.

Chase.

Could hardly believe it when they told me.

I thought I'd, uh, poke my head in

before they move you to holding.

Did I hear correctly? A tea shop?

Taking nickels from rustics

for tepid cups of water and serving sad, old women

yesterday's scones.

You really capture the romance.

Oh, I see. Cornelia Gray, the romantic.

What an awful life.

It's called work, Chase.

Something you've never had to do.

Though it looks like you still managed to come out

on top, as usual.

You implying that glad-handing and family connections

suddenly aren't work?

Please, Cornelia, don't be a snob.

I only meant you must have been so bored.

No one around to keep you on your toes.

- What about you? - What about me?

I'm an open book.

Married?

Once was enough. Eleven years' worth.

Least you tried to make it work.

Are you kidding? I tried to make it end.

Eleven years. She lived with me for two,

slept with me for one.

Hm.

Well. I'm glad to see you after all these years.

Wish there was more I could do for you.

Knock 'em dead.

Cornelia.

Tagg?

Where are you? Come on in.

Hm, such manners.

Still the southern belle.

We'll have to talk this way for today, I'm afraid.

You sound old.

That was rude.

I-I still picture you as a freshman.

If I'm bleeding in the picture,

that would make it the day you threw me down

the steps of the dorm.

One time.

I'm here hat in hand.

I need your help.

We have a mole.

Why would I help you, Tagg?

I thought you might like your old life back.

Well... "a" life.

How long would I have?

That's up to my associates.

Who? Chase?

No. He doesn't have a say.

Wendell Abbott and Christina Gold.

I-I don't think so.

You've been underground for so long.

I'm sure you'd like to contact your family.

If my disappearance made anyone happy, it was my husband.

Have you been in contact with John?

Given him the bad news?

I have a child now.

I had never realized...

the bond.

I don't think that goes away.

And I think you're of an age where you might want

to rebuild what you lost.

Or, if we tell the truth, build what you never quite had.

Are they okay?

Yes. Your son Ben, actually...

He's been fighting to clear your name.

When I think of the time I missed, I...

I-I think of the time I had instead.

Every precious minute.

And I'm thankful, Tagg.

Maybe I didn't deserve any time at all.

So, really, I've...

I've come out ahead, haven't I?

Hm.

Her name's Rose.

She's your granddaughter.

So, Tessa called again. Something about florals?

Your stepmom knows this isn't her wedding, right?

And I got a text from my dad;

said if you change your mind, the offer's still good.

He's sweet, but it's not that far.

I'm fine walking myself down the aisle.

Besides, my dad taught me to be independent in every

facet of my life. I think it's what he would have wanted.

Ah, I wish he was here for you.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Me, too.

Dial stepmom.

Finally!

I was just screaming at people

because they say you can't have flowers

because they might stain the carpet!

Can you believe it? A wedding without flowers?

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

There's something else, though. You know Mandy?

Yeah, your little friend from London?

Exactly. Her grandmother's going to be in town.

Oh, Sara... No.

I can't not let her bring her. We can put them on table seven.

Every addition, you say put them at table seven.

Just how immense is table seven in your mind's eye?

Honestly, honey, I don't want to lecture you,

but if you want to have a perfect wedding,

you're going to have to start saying no to some people.

Sorry, Mum! I've got to go.

All right. I love you.

There was a faction in the CIA that thought

that Beckham had turned,

so that's why there had been leaks.

There were those that thought Beckham was about to expose you

as the mole...

so you killed him.

Either way the leaks stopped when you went underground.

The organization knew steps had to be taken.

Chase Cornet created a splinter group within the CIA

called Cerberus.

Three heads:

Wendell Abbott.

Christina Gold.

And myself.

- Abbott? - Hm.

That peacock?

Why would Chase pick him?

Gold used to worry me, though.

Always went out of her way to make people think

she wasn't as smart as she was.

The heads meet once a week.

We each have our own staff, our own operations.

- Reporting to Chase? - No.

Chase funds us through the CIA,

but we're completely autonomous.

Our original function was to perform

internal investigations with the right

to investigate someone as high up as Beckham.

Or Chase Cornet himself.

Spies spying on spies.

And the three heads watching each other.

It's a paranoiac hall of mirrors.

Cerberus has a mole.

I'll find him.

Which head's assets were compromised?

Hey!

Sara.

The last time I saw you,

you were a child.

Look at you.

Look at you.

You like it? Tagg dressed me.

They tell me you're the one who found me.

How'd you do that?

Standard methods of narrowing down a search

and then I just looked for women who seldom, if ever,

went to the doctor. My stepmother's your age.

Tessa?

You still keep in touch with her?

I never lost touch with her.

I lived in London with my uncle until he died

and then I was 17 when I moved back here.

Tessa helped me get into Princeton.

Uh, Tessa thinks you killed my father.

Yes. So I've been told.

Well, she goes to the doctor...

three, four times a year and she's in perfect health.

The same with all of her friends,

but I just thought that you wouldn't.

If you were desperately ill, I'd assume you'd go to a clinic,

you'd pay cash instead of risking digital record

of the scars you accumulated in your line of work.

You found me because I didn't go for regular checkups?

The final cross-reference was identifying outlets

with steady orders of long-fibered black paper

favored in Scherenschnitte.

I don't remember much, but I remember

you loved doing that.

Your father would be proud.

Your mother, too.

Your real mother.

If you ever feel like it,

I have so many stories I could tell you.

Glad to see you two getting acquainted.

I recognize those blue eyes.

Weren't they in my bedroom recently shoving

something into my face. What was it?

Oh! A rifle.

- Yes, ma'am. - Gray is going to help us

find the mole in Cerberus.

Well, if she wants to help us,

she can give us her list of contacts.

Then we could stick her in a six-by-nine

and get on with our investigation.

All kidding aside, there's something

so familiar about your face.

You've had four operatives killed in a month.

The mole could be anyone in Cerberus.

If I give you my contacts, they're compromised.

We'll give you the names of the agents

and the places and dates of their captures.

What were they working on?

Come on, Cornelia.

I cannot divulge that.

You have enough information to start.

How does she know you?

She doesn't. It's a mind game.

I know guys on the team that picked her up 20 years ago.

That's what makes her so dangerous.

The woman was living and working in the same

community for 15 years.

She had no internet, no computer, no cell.

Well, she took your father's head off with a Remington 700

from a 1,000 meters out.

They've established that she didn't.

Guilty or not, do you think we can trust her?

I don't know.

I understand congratulations are in order.

Oh.

Beautiful.

I wish you both so much joy and happiness.

I hope you're better at holding on to it than I was.

Still interested in field work?

Mm-hmm. Yes. Always.

I know Gray far too well to trust her.

I'm putting her up in my guest house for now.

When she leaves, Rousseau will follow

to keep track of her progress.

See where she goes, who she talks to.

I want you with him.

Am I watching Gray or Rousseau?

Very good.

I hope everything was okay.

Kevin didn't say we were having a guest.

It was delicious. Thank you for having me.

Well, I think it's time for Lydia's bath.

Say good night, Lydia.

I'll see you in a few.

Let's go. Jesus.

What-what did you say David does, mm?

He works in the Pentagon.

It's hard to imagine.

Twenty years ago when we were working together...

And David was in high school?

Hm.

I was going to say it's hard to imagine

you with a family and a...

a beautiful house like this.

- Hm. - How?

I'm very lucky.

Gold hasn't changed.

Every inch the sweetheart you love and remember.

Oh. Oh.

And Abbott?

Has a bullet lodged in his femur

from an op in 2003,

so they gave him a desk job.

He's been in a bad mood ever since.

Hm. Hm...

Here's the guest house.

After you.

Keys. Guest house. Vehicle.

And, uh, we found these.

- Those were my grandmother's. - I know.

Just don't go killing anyone with them.

Okay?

How'd you get here ahead of me?

I could have sworn you were on my tail the whole way over.

Must have been someone else.

You are so...

Do you just live in the gym whenever you're not here?

Not really, no.

Your arms. Here.

Feel my muscle. Come on, come on.

Come on, feel it. Feel it, come on, come on.

Not bad, I think, for someone like me.

But you? Those arms.

I want you to tell me what you think, honestly.

Feel my abs. Mm!

Come on. Hit me. Hit me!

Yeah, some other time.

Do you want to touch my hand?

My skin is as soft as rabbit's fur.

Just close your eyes. I'll prove it to you.

What do you know about Rousseau?

I don't want to come out and ask, but can you find out

if his mother was a secretary at the CIA or the bureau?

Nice office, by the way.

Oh! No, no, no. This is, um...

Th-there's this new analyst, Connors, and she's always...

Ugh, it's weird. It's office politics.

You don't have your own office?

No, I just look at data.

Why haven't they promoted you?

They looked under every rock in this country for 20 years.

They didn't find me. You did.

I worshipped your father.

I know.

I have studied every file, every account,

every record of every op. I feel like sometimes

I know you better than I know myself.

I hope I don't disappoint you.

Cerberus could never figure out

who Gray's contacts were. Could be secretaries,

boyfriends, people close to intel

who fly under the radar.

So, her network could be anyone.

If it still exists.

Did your mother used to work for the CIA?

Barely knew my mother.

Where does your fiancé work?

Justice.

You looking forward to the wedding?

Mm. Yes and no. I don't really like

being the center of attention.

Prefer to stand back and watch. I get it, sure.

- Mm-hmm. - You meet in Washington?

Princeton. Married?

No.

Burner phones.

I'll grab the store records.

Ma'am?

What's she giving her? Is that a hand-off?

Could be.

Which one do we follow?

I'm staying with Gray.

Six o'clock. Has to be one of hers.

I don't recognize him from my research on Gray.

So he could be anyone.

Shit. It's her daughter's house.

Thought her kids supported her?

Uh-uh. Just the son.

Shit. She's onto us.

Rose, come finish your snack, please.

Sophie.

What do you want?

I... I don't really know what to say.

May I come in?

Can we go to the playground now?

Will you please... Please go away?

We looked at this place for our wedding reception.

Expensive.

My stepmother claims it's plebeian.

This is the fourth time this week.

She sits in a parked car for half an hour.

She goes in the hotel, she checks in

under her real name and she stays? How long?

Mm. There's no pattern, like, half hour to an hour.

We haven't seen a single person go in or out with her.

Who's she meeting with?

If she is not fucking with us,

then what is she doing in there?

I'm in their system.

She's checked in under Cornelia Gray.

Given her room 802.

Different room every time.

Pick her up in the elevator.

Eighth-floor camera.

As usual, no one else in sight.

802 is around the corner. Can you not get that angle?

Mm... Log says camera's down for repair.

She's not screwing us around. She's trying to run.

Shit.

Damn it.

You go down. I'm going to go up.

I can't do what I need to do with you following me.

You know I'll come back.

I left Ben and Sophie once. Never again.

I can't lie for you.

If you don't let me find the mole,

you'll never find the person who killed your father.

- Any sign of her? - No.

We finally picked up her trail.

There's footage of her passing through

Riga International Airport ten hours ago.

Took some time to piece together how she did it.

Two days before she escaped,

she was given room 901 in the, uh, Wimberly Place hotel.

She used her time in that room to break a pipe

and flood the place.

The night you lost her, she requested room 802.

She did not go to room 802.

She knew the room upstairs would still be empty

while the carpet dried.

She hid in room 901

until the next afternoon.

There was no way we could have known.

She left the hotel and retrieved a car

she'd rented under the name Leslie Stafford

with a stolen driver's licence.

She used the license to get a rush passport

and then she drove all the way to Atlanta.

She flew to Paris as part of a tour group

and then on to Latvia.

Bottoms up.

And has she gone underground again?

She might be looking for her contact

who can expose the mole.

Either way, we're going to find the person responsible

for the current leaks.

And my father's death.

Yes, of course.

If it makes you feel any better,

Cornelia Gray has spent her life

making people look in one direction

while she went off in the other.

So, for the next 24 hours, forget about her.

I believe you have a wedding to get to.

I'm so nervous.

You're taking it. You look so good.

It's magnificent.

Ooh. I promised the florist I'd approve the bouquet.

Oh, nonsense! I'll take care of it.

Oh, don't worry. Andy won't see me. It's fine.

Oh!

Tessa.

Jesus. Cornelia?

Huh. What rock have you been keeping yourself under

the past 20 years?

I had a shop. I sold tea.

Wherever it was, I wish you would go back.

You here to see Sara?

No. I came to see you.

You kill my husband, you vanish,

and after all this time, you come back to ruin

my daughter's wedding day?

Tessa, you don't care about Sara.

And we both know you didn't care about her father.

I just came to give you regards from a mutual friend in Riga.

Levitsky.

Oh, yes.

Hm. I had a long talk with Levitsky.

You remember hydrogen cyanide.

I waited 20 years for this.

Twenty years.

Mom?

Mom?

Ah! Oh my God, help her!

Sara? Sara?!